Then she looked at me.
“I’m using the black card.”
“Use it.”
Mom waved a hand.
“Good. Then get enough chairs the first time.”
Dad folded his paper.
“And enough food. Last party Dane ate like he was starving.”
Mira smiled.
“It means all of you need to calm down.”
Nobody calmed down.
An hour later we had two trucks headed into town. Me, Mira, Cassidy, Harlow, Mom, Tessa, Marie, Beth, and two brothers behind us because apparently I’d agreed to escort an army. Dad came because Mom said he was carrying things. He looked betrayed the whole drive.
First stop was party supplies. Second stop was groceries. Third stop was a rental place for tables and chairs. Somewhere between the first and second stop I lost control completely.
Mom and Tessa were comparing cloth colors like national pol
